Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Warsaw to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roger Hodgson,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Neu!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Radiohead,
Oneida,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Yaz,
Byron Stingily,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Au Pairs,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
The Mojo Men,
The Pop Group,
Bad Manners,
Minor Threat,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Wire,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.